If someone was looking for my father the most likely thing they would hear would be he’s gone fishing. Dad loved to fish and occasionally, I would go with him he would fish I would curl up in the keel of the boat with a book or a pen. Soaking in the beauty of the water and the lush green hills. Dad’s favorite place to fish was out of a boat landing called Stanton View. It was at the fork of two good sized rivers the Stanton and the Dan. Which gave him nearly a 60 mile area to travel in any of the three directions in thirty minutes. The little fishing trips could take hours dad liked to be on the lake at sunrise and stay until either sunset or when the cooler was full of fish. Every year for over 10 years he provided all the fish for his lodge’s fish fry. That was about 300 pounds of fish per year.

Daddy loved being out on the lake it did not matter in the least if the fish were biting. What mattered was the water lapping against the bottom of the boat and the soothing rocking with the waves. There was also the view, of beautiful hills resting their feet in the water of the river. I always took dad’s binoculars to get a good view of the birds. There were various water fowl the occasional eagle and at one time there was a peregrine falcon who had built a nest in one of the towers for the high tension wires that paralleled the main road at Clarksville bridge. Since they are a protected species the national forestry department set up a barrier to keep the curious away from the nest and the fledglings.

Dad liked the sport of fishing nothing was better than pulling one out of the lake, however I believe he would have willingly gone fishing it he never put a line in the water. It was the outdoors and the isolation away from phones and any drop in guests. I don’t know what he would have done in the era of cell phones but I suspect the phone would never have made it on the boat.

There are ways to “go fishing” with no fish or water involved. My husband has a motorcycle and took a short ride while I was cooking the dinner. That is his way to experience the great outdoors. I have known people who hiked the Appalachian trail. They might have caught some fish along the way but their going fishing was to be out getting a good look at all of God’s creation.

While I was on a health kick and liked to take long walk’s my father would leave me a couple of miles from the river or lake. He would look at the water I would walk from where he left me to the appointed meeting spot both of us alone enjoying th e peacefulness.

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